Standing there.
I try not to notice.
Yet I look up.
Betraying myself.
That face.
That I don't know why.
Why I'm falling for.
What it is I see.
Standing there.
I feel like reaching out.
Yet I remain seated.
Betraying myself.
Those eyes.
That I don't know why.
Why it melts me into a puddle.
What it is that I see.
